Tag: dVerse
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Everturning: A #haibun #Quadrille
The water cycle. The life cycle. The cycles of my mistakes. The wheel turns and turns, a child’s merry-go-round spinning too fast. The rock cycle. The universal cycle. What goes around, comes around. Solstice another turn of the seasons why can’t time stand still? For dVerse Poets’ Quadrille…
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First Taste of Summer: My latest .@ImageCurve #haibun
The Torne Valley Vineyard occupies a former estate that overlooks the Ramapo River. It offers lunch and outdoor seating. We’ve tried to dine there since Father’s Day. Now, we sit at a table for six, just off the tented patio. The band Hip Replacements—whose members’ average age exemplifies the tongue-in-cheek name—play “California Dreaming.” Several…
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The Use of Freedom
A Bald Eagle circles high above the fjord. Sunlight shines intermitently between gathering clouds. Far below, an osprey snatches an unwary fish from the rushing waters of the fjord. It brings its quarry to the shore. The eagle dives toward it in breath-catching speed. A short struggle ends with the osprey in flight–without the…
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Praesentia via Negativa: A #TankaProse
Photo by Aron Visuals on Unsplash Declining sun evening robin songs as leaves flutter what merit our anguish when our stake remains lost? Not in the consuming lava that leaves hundreds homeless in its unpitying wake. Not in the tremors and aftershocks that follow the earthquake. Not in the bluster of egos that seek proof…
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A Bruges Walk
y Graham Richter [CC BY 3.0], from Wikimedia Commons My footsteps across the cobblestones of Bruges’ Markt. The Belfry’s invitation. A deep breath overlooking a city out of Sleeping Beauty. Wish I could share it with someone. Spring noon Cathedral bells rigning right on time © Hans Hillewaert / for…
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First Sleepover: a #ThrowdownThursday .@ImageCurve #haibun
Frankie hugs us tightly. As he lets go, his eyes hold back a hint of tears, the ones that betray the hesitancy we all share. “Ok. Goodbye,” he says. He and his friend Stephan get in a silver SUV. Nora, the boy’s mother, finishes adjusting bags in the bay. As the SUV pulls away, I…
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Deliverance In The Dark: an .@ImageCurve #haibun
Cotton sheets cling to my skin like a burial shroud. Memories of Mom arise. Her pain-soaked blue eyes, looking out from a frustration-worn face, pulsing oxygen through nasal tubes insufficient for her to rise from bed. Speculations emerge. Students laugh away the opportunities I offer. Networks with whom I negotiate ignore my recommendations. A…
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Sudden Downpour: A #writephoto #quadrille #haibun
The rain fell unexpectedly. The tumultuous gray had so quickly gathered that we had no time to turn back. A welcoming row of entwining trees offered us a welcome shelter. We rested our bikes and waited. emerging sun the flanders country ride soon resumes for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #57 – Don’t…
